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I'm wondering what it's like On the other side Cause I'm pretty sure that I'm ready to die I'm telling my boss she's a bitch And I'm uppercutting ex-girlfriends And setting wrongs right Well tonight we're going drink driving On the wrong side of the road Cause I'm pretty sure that I'm ready to quit And I'm ready to spend all eternity In the fiery depths of hell If they exist Here is to fucking up And knowing we're all full of shit The scientists, the teachers, and the cops It's the kind of night to die When there's no purpose nothing matters at all I'm picking out some dark clothes And heading into the night When the clock strikes 12 Going looking around in your backyard Looking for stuff that I can sell Well tonight I'm reading up In all sorts of forbidden books Looking up plans of how to make bombs I'm talking about total genocide Of the liars and the fakers Starting with God Here is to fucking up And knowing everything is wrong Newspapers, television, and cops It's the kind of night to die When there's no purpose nothing matters at all When there's no purpose nothing matters at all